hold all our secrets

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I have not written in a while, for 1D coming back and potential Larry I thought I'd write a story (: I hope you enjoy x

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Louis relaxed his body comfortably, after a long day of being bombarded with questions about the band in interviews. He knew that opening twitter wouldn't be easier but seeing his lovers face makes it worth-while. He gazed his eyes over his phone, seeing what nonsense his fans think will happen of their return. He hadn't spoken to the boys for a while.

He frowned - his thin brows turning upwards.
"So many lies.." he mumbled to himself. He leaned his small body out of the chair, his face having the same expression. The articles of Harry being in LA makes his stomach twist. He knew Harry wasn't in LA but he wished he could just scream it from the rooftops. Simon had ruined all of their lives from the very beginning. He wished he could go back and rewrite history.

He shook his head again, looking at the lies through his tired eyes. His thoughts were interrupted by Harry's warmth engulfing his body.
"Shit.." he jumps and swiftly turns. He looked straight into Harolds eyes and admired his features before gazing to his hair.
"What do you think?" Harry smiled sweetly. Louis took a step back to admire his husband in all his glory.
"I.. wow- you look beautiful" he gushes. He began to feel his cheeks burn with redness. No one ever made him feel like that but Harry.

He was wearing flared trousers, silk like. All white and lace detail. He wished he could be just as brave as he is. He began to fond with glistening eyes. Both corners of his mouth turned up into a 'V' shape. Harry giggled innocently.
"Take a picture - it will last longer" he said sweetly. Taking one big step towards Louis. His fond turned into a frown again, wondering how he could ever be who he wanted to be and put his hands gently on Harrys hips, taking in a big deep sigh as he does so.

"What's wrong my love?" Harry asked, tilting his head with a worrying tone. Louis shook his head, he had never been good with opening up, ever since he had the heated argument with Simon and all of his bosses in their management in 2012. He had began to slowly go into himself. He didn't want to be who he wanted because he was scared. Unlike Harry, he had taken all sacrifices for him to be happy.
"Nothing sweetie, you just look beautiful" he said through a forceful smile. He loved seeing Harry in his new outfits.

"Lou- please talk to me.." Harry wrapped his big arms around Louis. He may be Louis' baby but sometimes he just needs taking care of. He understands what he has done for him all these years.
"I love you more than you know" Harry whispered, he knew Louis would break eventually but he didn't know it would be that very moment.

Louis burst into tears, wetting Harry's large shoulder. Harry picked him up, to Louis' surprise and made him squeak. His nose scrunched up to the sound he thought was angelic that his husband made and carried him to their room and placed him on their bed.

Harry picked up his phone to call his stylist and cancelled their arrangements that day. He had full control of how his system worked, he wished it was the same for his baby. The only thing they didn't have control of was being together publicly. He dropped his phone and undressed himself out of his new stage outfit, slipping on a shirt and joggers.

He gazed over at Louis who had stained cheeks and puffy eyes. He had his head down to which Harry climbed over him and lifted his head up.
"Keep your head up, love, keep your head up. Don't hide away.." he sang softly looking deep into Louis' eyes. A small smile formed but with more tears rolling down his face. He loved how their albums collided. Wishing they could just say each others names.

"You're using my lyrics again.." he merely whispered, looking to Harry's arms which he traced his fingers over. He loved how safe they made him feel but how even when Harry looks the way he does, he is his baby. All his tattoos have a story, some which both of them share. Before he could say anything he had his breath taken away by their lips touching.

Louis melted under Harry, which was not what they were used to. It felt just right at that moment. Harry placed one hand under Louis' head and the other at his lower back, massaging him before braking away the kiss and placed their foreheads together for a moment.

"You're so brave Lou.. you don't understand how proud I am of you. I want you to be who you are deep down, that boy I met in the toilets all those years ago.. my husband. You are my whole reason I am here today, you made me be brave enough to wear nail varnish and all the colours under the sun. You made me Harry Styles. Not our shitty management, not anyone. Just you." He said softly with his deep but soothing voice. It made a smile curve onto Louis' swollen lips.

"I'm not as brave as you Hazza. I wish I could be who I was, now I have an image that I hate the idea of the LGBT+ community for denying our love. It's hard, especially pretending to be with her... one minute we're together and the next we're not. You're not supposed to be with me you're supposed to be in LA and people keep slipping up. Yet we both get shit for it." He played with the hem of Harry's shirt, not looking at Harry. He feels the anger and embarrassment rise in his chest to his face and places his hands over his face to cover it.

"We are strong together, fans know who we are deep down. I promise it won't be long until we can be us again. Me and you." He nuzzled into Louis' cheek. His scruff scratching his nose and cheek as he does but he smiles, relaxing his body and leaning down onto Louis.

"I love you so much Curly" Louis' voice wobbled as he said.
"I love you so much too BooBear" he responded. His words vibrated into Louis' chest as he looks at him for the first time. He plants a deep but gentle kiss on Harry's mouth but he leans more into it. Both of them breathe loudly as they kiss for a few more moments in the quiet bedroom.